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Discussion With Marie Howe: "What the Living Do"

Billy Collins

Lesson time 11:56 min

Learn how what began as a letter to her brother became one of Marie’s most acclaimed poems with “What the Living Do.”

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[MUSIC PLAYING] - Next, Marie and I are going to each- we're going to look at one of our own poems and talk about it. I've never done this with anybody before, and I have no idea what's going to happen. But Marie's going to start, and like, as in a workshop, she's going to read her poem first, and then we'll say something about it. And her poem is from the book "What the Living Do," and it's the title poem. - Thank you, Billy. You know, I want to say since I was talking about the difficulty of writing sometimes, and this poem came at the end of a long writing day. I'd been writing all day, working on four or five different poems at once. Finally, I just pushed everything aside. I said, I'm not going to write a poem. - Yeah. - I'm just going to write a letter to my dead brother. - Yeah. - And this is what happened. What the living do. My brother's name is John. Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days. Some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won't work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up waiting for the plumber I still haven't called. This is the everyday we spoke of. It's winter again. The sky is a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through the open living room windows, because the heat's on too high in here and I can't turn it off. For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking. I've been thinking, this is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve. I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush. This is it. Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning. What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come, and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call, or not call, a letter, a kiss. We want more, and more, and then more of it. But there are moments walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep from my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I'm speechless. I am living. I remember you. - Such a powerful poem. I talked the other day about that poems often are preceded by other poems that are never completed. You might write for an hour or two, and nothing's happening. But the poem that takes place after that, you couldn't write if you hadn't done that scribbling before. So many things about this poem. It does-- it does feel inspired. It does-- the way it kind of jumps forward into-- like "for weeks now, every day, Johnny, yesterday." It's kind of all around in time, but there are moments. But there's a combination of the every day, particularly, the speaker being left alone, and unable to fix the sink, and thinking some utensil probably fell down. They're not sure. The dishes are piled up. The living-- she can't deal with the living room heat and all...


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Known for his wit and wisdom, former U.S. Poet Laureate Billy Collins is one of America’s most beloved contemporary poets. In his MasterClass, Billy teaches you to appreciate the emotional pull of poetry. Learn his approach to exploring subjects, incorporating humor, and finding your voice. Discover the profound in the everyday, and let poetry lead you to the unexpected.



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Comments

Therese H.

I was moved, because I wrote a poem remembering my brother right at the start of these lessons, about form in poetry.. a week ago.. two stanzas and I thought then yes writing poetry is there to remind us that we are alive and yet we are so deeply connected to all that is no longer alive

Douglas S.

Very useful in hearing about the evolution of a poem from two perspectives: the poet and a reader. I also quite often will spend hours working on multiple poems in one sitting shuffling back and forth from one to another. It's also quite fascinating what emerges when your expectations are silenced and your inner mood begins to dictate what you mind intuitively begins to shape on the page based on a poetic sensibility that cannot be shaken off. A poem will always emerge in some mysterious way.

Fred G.

They give these little pearls between their main points. I like the idea of finding the roads you can stand on in the poem, writing the 4 or 5 poems that don't work might help the one the does, and poetry knows we are alive and we're going to die. The exercise was interesting for me. I ended up writing two letters, liking the second one better. The first flipped into poetry late, the second one earlier.

Marjorie B.

Unsent letter for Jake, If I could take the years, and wash them all away,not one sad memory would rise to dark your day. If I could open doors and shout the ghosts away, my voice would sound like angels proclaiming judgement day. But I am only mortal so mistakes and hurts remain, take this time my darling to build your world again. I Love you Mum.

A fellow student

"What the Living Do" is such a powerful poem. I loved it. It is so honest and so simple, yet so true. You are not here anymore and this is what we do, worrying about clogged sink and dishes piling up. We live to do everyday things but we also live to remember. Wonderful poem, indeed.

Allan A.

Very instructive, but also a bit frustrating in that it gives us more analysis than presentation.

Sharon C.

I like the ordinary of Marie Howe's work, how it feels like having a conversation with a woman friend. What I take from her work, for instance, is the poet observing the click of her mother's uncut toenails on the floor..... the nails of a woman who failed her children, herself. "What the Living Do," is so accurate. "At least mother was not alive to see this," a friend with no claim to being a poet said, after 9/11.

Sherry H.

Am I the only one who thought this poem was about a former love interest who left for some reason? There is no indication in the poem that it is about a brother and I think there should be a dedication or some clue in the poem about this. When I first read the poem (I read ahead) and had not viewed the lesson, I was haunted by it. I thought how brilliant. The poet is telling this guy how much she misses him and her struggle with the everyday when he has left. I guess the poem could have two interpretations and both would make me feel a particular way.

Ilona

Wonderful poeam and great discussion. How powerfu every single word is! I read the lines with "fork" and "nose" and it makes a big difference. Sometimes I am searching for the right word in my poem, I know that it exists, it's on the tip of my tongue and it can take me some days to find it. , And than, all of a sudden, it is there and the poem sounds right.

Victoria H.

One thing I love to do is write letters to the dead, as if they are a ghost at my table and I discussing some memories with them, it's not always honest but some things I have imagined or my mind just made have made up cause it wanted me to experience it with the person. I find poems easier to write good if I imagine a dead person I loved is sitting at my table and we are just talking. I don't think I could of wrote some of my best work, if I wasn't such a lonely person with make believe friends and ghost with me all the time.